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The car drive seemed to take a longer time than it probably really did, but I think that the reasons for it were simple. I was worked up, I had a hard-on, I hard two whiskeys in my system and I was sitting in a car with Rory, whose scent filled my nose on each breath I took, deeply into my chest. My paws were resting over the mount in my pants and I tried my best not to play with myself, knowing that soon, I hoped, we would have a chance to do everything we wanted to, properly, and in a bed, I hoped.

I admit that I was angry with him for a while, for the fact that he lied when he didn't need to, and about the subject of his sexuality, that it. I'm an easy-going guy for most part, but I don't like lying like that, it doesn't sit well with me, and hearing it come with ease from Rory was a shock to me, rightfully so, I might think, but I also knew his reasons, especially now, and there was no anger left in me. Most if not all ill feeling had been wiped away for now, by that kiss if nothing else, and now we sat in my car, hot and bothered, heading to an unknown destination, Rory's home, and I couldn't wait.

Not just for the sex, to make that clear, I had expected us to have sex ever since we set the date, I never pretended otherwise, but now that we had gotten distracted like we were, it seemed to be an even more pleasant prospect for us. I wanted it to happen, and I knew that Rory wanted it...I could smell it...him...arousal, in the air we shared in the car, and I knew that he was thinking the same. But sex was just that, I was also curious to see how my new friend lived, and what I could learn of him by seeing his home, that I was curious of, I say.

But before that we had to get there, and time seemed to drag on, and we weren't talking...for some reason a silence hung between us, but perhaps it was just me feeling guilty over my outburst, and Rory concentrating on driving. I knew he didn't have a car, so perhaps he had to pay special attention to what he was doing. Quite understandable.

My phone made the familiar noise, and I flipped it out, and checked what my brother had sent me.

Damn, okay,

more barbeque

ribs for me then.

Have fun Victor

Cobb

_ _

He always signed his messages with his name, a funny habit, that.

There was not really much more I could say to that, so I simply put my phone away and sat back again.

"How's Cobb taking it?" Rory asked me.

"He's fine, "I flicked an ear.

I know that he hesitated before he spoke the next thing he did.

"Anything about me?"

I snuffled.

"Nothing about you," I smiled, and patted his thigh, just gently, and because I could, even when I didn't want to distract him from driving. "Just hoped that I'll have a good time."

"Oh."

I smiled to myself, adjusted my rump on the car seat a bit, causing some interesting sensations in the front of my pants as well, flicked my tail and my ears and settled down for the remainder of the drive, trying to be as comfortable as I could, even when I was just a little nervous. This was a new thing for us, this...friendship, I think, and sex to go with it. Sex was there first, of course, ever since the first night when I picked him up at the Ramrod, but now...it was not all about sex. Rory is a cool guy, and I like hanging out with him, even when we're not somehow physically connected to one another. He's a good guy, I think he is, and that was fine with me. I liked good guys, and I liked good feline guys especially, because if I'm honest, I think I always had a bit of a thing for cats, if that's not such a weird thing to say, and I don't think it is. What's wrong about having a preference, anyway? Nothing. So, if Rory just happened to be a subject of special interest for me and would have won over a similarly attractive Rottweiler for example, why not? It's not that it was frowned upon to have a relationship with someone who wasn't your own species, anyway, we were beyond those times, I like to think we are.

And here I was in a car zooming towards a yet unknown destination, to enjoy some more time with Rory. I knew that it had not been that long, really, since the last time, only a week, after all, but still...I couldn't wait, I really couldn't, and I sat there quite nervously, wondering what Rory was thinking. I hoped that he was going to be as eager about it as I was, and that he would not think ill of me because of me being angry with him, even for a while, and that there would not be anything strange about it. I didn't know where all of this was going, with Rory, but I didn't want to mess it up at such an early point, so perhaps I should be glad that we had managed to argue without too much drama associated with it. Perhaps that was a thing to be glad about.

We drove past the Winter Sports Pavilion again, and after a few minutes driving along streets that weren't really too familiar to me, Rory pulled us into an underground car park, guarded by a gate, and there we were, at a standstill again.

"This is where I live," Rory said to me, as he turned off the engine.

"Yay," I smiled.

Rory handed me the keys and we got out, and I locked the doors and pocketed the keys before I followed him to a lift, and we travelled up, sharing the small moving box, looking at each other, perhaps with nervous eyes. I knew that I wanted to take him in my arms right there and then, but there was not knowing who might want to step into the lift all suddenly, and I didn't want to risk any more unease with Rory, so I just sat there, leaned against the wall, and kept smiling.

Rory looked good in that light, oddly, enough, the golden light made his furs stand out in their colors, the different shades, and the texture of his mane, and how his eyes wandered about, when he was distracted, or bored, maybe, and that long, fun, tail kept flicking a little. I always liked tails, long ones, of course, mine was docked when I was little as is the habit so I didn't really know about owning one, but they did look fun!

It wasn't a too shabby-looking building, maybe built in the 80's, so it wasn't brand new, but clearly serviceable, and not a dump, I wouldn't call it a dump, not even to be mean about it. I didn't want to be mean about Rory's home, of course not.

Rory led us down the corridor and then, through a door which he opened, into his apartment.

I think that room would have been the better word to describe it, because I saw all of it in one look, I think. There was a door that led into a bathroom, and tucked across the corner of the bathroom wall was the kitchen and a small d inner table for two. Going along the wall, there was a couch, a shelf, and then a modestly sized bed, sitting against the right wall which was aligned with the corridor outside, and that was all there was.

Rory closed the door behind us and took off his coat, and then I realized that he was watching me watch his home, and I gave him a curious look. Rory's ears flicked.

"What do you think?" he asked me, obviously curious about it.

"I think it's functional," I smiled. "You live alone, do you really need much more than this?"

Rory shrugged.

"At least the rent is cheap," he mused, watching me, and I watched him back, and began to unbutton my own jacket.

I chuckled.

"That's it," I smiled.

"I need to go to use the bathroom, you...make yourself home," Rory told me, indicating the door.

"Sure," I replied.

He disappeared into the tiny room beyond the door and I hung my own jacket down to the hooks nearby, and took off my shoes as well before I entered the room properly, gave it a small walkaround, to get the feel of the place, and to learn a bit more about Rory, too. Everything was quite neat, that was one of the first impressions I had, Rory liked to keep things clean and orderly, although not too orderly, because I didn't get the interior design magazine feeling out of it all, not in the end. I think it's a good think about a man, to keep his home in good order, but not too good. I'd met my fair share of neurotic guys as well, and I was glad that Rory didn't fit into that kind of mould, but he was just...quite ordinary, I think, and that was fine with me, I wasn't anything special either, just your humble Doberman, who likes to get along with his life in peace.

I studied the piles of books and the DVD's, here and there, and there was a computer on a small table by the foot of the bed, closed for now, and a few photographs hanging off the wall, which piqued my interest enough for me to walk over to take a better look.

There was one of a young lion, maybe about 12, standing next to a bicycle which he was displaying for the camera, and I presumed that this was Rory as a cub, a thought that made me smile, as I thought that he probably had a great deal of fun with that bike. The picture next to it showed the same lion again, though older now, wearing a mortar board and robes which indicated that this had to be his high school graduation photo. I had to say that he had really filled out since then, his mane had become more even, and I think that you could say that Rory had become a man between the years from this photo being taken to the present day. The thought made me smile, and the weighty pressure in the front of my pants was not going anywhere, I knew as much. I already missed him, even if he had been gone for a minute and was only a few feet away, but I had come here to be with him, and that was what I wanted to do, even now.

The third picture I noticed showed Rory again, this time wearing a black waistcoat and a bow tie, and standing with his arm around the shoulders of a cougar, smiling broadly for the camera, and next to the cougar stood a thin, narrow-faced coyote, who was holding the cougar's paw. The brick wall behind them was non-descript, but judging from Rory's clothing, it had to be some sort of a formal occasion. Perhaps I'd ask him about it, if I got around to it.

I heard the toilet flush, the sink was operated, and then Rory appeared, his paws a little damp, and with a smile on his face, as he walked up to me, to the spot by the desk.

"Hi," I said, greeting him in, and put my arm around him, pulling him close.

It felt good to have him close like that, it did, and he put his arm around my waist, and rested himself close against my chest, as I held him to myself.

"You're really cute in those pictures," I told him, indicating the photos on the wall with a flick of my ear.

Rory tipped his head to take a look at them, and he looked bashful, even, when he looked back to me, eye to eye now, having to look a little bit up to me, too, because I was the taller of us two. I rubbed his back with my paw.

"Really?" he said.

"Looks like you were really proud of that bike," I smiled back.

"I was," he replied, ears flicking. "My parents still have it. They...wanted to save it for the grandchildren."

He didn't sound too sad speaking that, and I rubbed up to his neck, and cupped his head with my big paw, and looked down to him.

"That's very cute of them, too," I noted.

"I think so too," he replied.

I closed my eyes and kissed him, tilting my head a little so that our lips would fit well over each other. Rory's paws clutched onto my back, over my shirt, and I held him close, too, while we kissed, letting our lips stroke against one another, gently at first, because I might have been horny for him, but I wanted this to last, now that we had the chance to be together without any interruptions. I pulled him very close to myself and held onto him, over his neck and his waist, and both felt and heard his tail flick when we continued to kiss. My bigger size made it especially comfortable for me to hold Rory close to myself, I could put my arms around him and make sure that he felt all the Doberman he could. I knew that he was hard, too, I could feel him press against my belly, and I am sure he felt mine, too, against his own belly, as we kissed.

Rory's maw opened a little, which was my cue to get my tongue into the action as well, and push its tip between Rory's lips, to let him react to it in the way he wanted. A purring rumble rose from his throat and vibrated over my lips, making me grumble as well, pleased with the reaction, and then felt the slick touch of a raspy tongue touching mine, hotly, and making me moan into his muzzle. My ears flicked up and down, my chest heaved ,and blood rushed all over under my skin, warming it up, while the kiss continued, endlessly, it felt for me, warmly.

The heat rose in me, as we kissed and carefully ground our bodies together, standing there suspended in the moment. We rocked against one another and kissed, and my paws explored his back and his neck, the kiss became more wet but still remained a gentle one and not a breathless one, into which it could have as well turned. Being close to him reminded me of what I had done to him before the game, my lips surrounding his hot shaft and sucking on it...making Rory feel good...making the lion purr and almost roar, when he spent himself inside my maw. It made me feel powerful, and even the very memory made me more confident in my actions, in rocking my hips and exploring Rory's muzzle with my tongue. His paws were moving over my back as well, all the way from my shoulders to rump, which he also liked to squeeze and rub, near my tailbase, and hold us hip to hip by cupping my butt cheeks and pulling out bodies close. I groaned with pleasure as the weighty pressure between us increased and made my erection throb, powerfully.

His eyes were so bright, when we looked at one another, smiling a little, and breathing warmly, excitedly.

"Can we lie down?" I asked him, wanting to feel him on top of me, or under me, depending on how we'd end up falling on that inviting bed.

"Yeah," Rory breathed out.

We shuffled over, not breaking apart for one moment before we reached the bed, and I turned so that the backs of my knees touched the edge of the bed, and I sat down, pulling Rory down on top of me and over to the bed. We twisted and turned a little, making room for both of us so that ours legs weren't hanging off the end of the bed, while Rory rested on top of me, and his weight felt good, not a hindrance over my chest. Rory's paws gripped onto my neck, from both sides. He looked down to me, with hunger in his eyes, for a moment, before we kissed again. My paws drifted down his back and gripped Rory's hips, pulling him down by his butt, and spread my legs a little more so that he fit comfortably on top of me, and our hips became flush and brought great tension into my body, when my erection became sandwiched between my belly and Rory's own aroused body.

This time he didn't hesitate putting his tongue between my lip and thrusting it in, and soon my own batted that tongue, they rolled around each other in my muzzle, and soon my flesh was tingling, and I breathed hotly. One of my paws cupped Rory's tailbase and squeezed on that muscular tube of flesh that was in constant motion now, moving from side to side as we kissed, we made out by now, I think, and I let myself become lost in the kiss. We worked our lips and our tongues with ease, learning how they fit together, my longer muzzle to Rory's, but neither of them caused a trouble, when the angles were right. He wasn't the first lion I kissed, after all, so I knew a trick or two as well, how to make it all work properly.

It was relaxed sex, I was very glad for that, especially after the tension and the argument before, and the fact that our last time had been interrupted by Cobb barging in and spoiling the mood for good. I wanted to make up for that, I wanted to treat Rory to a good time, and enjoy myself, without any worries, and this seemed to be an opportunity for that, and I was glad for it. We could now simply lie down and kiss, and touch, and I was doing both of them, caressing Rory's head furs and mane and then rolling my paw down along his back, where my other paw rested, rubbing Rory's firm butt and tailbase. There was nothing feverish about it yet, which was more than suitable for me, even if the memory of going down on Rory earlier was fresh in my mind. The sounds he made when I did that...how they also echoed off those tiled walls...I could get used to hearing that a bit more, and I liked to make it happen, too.

I knew that I wanted Rory inside me again, there was no denying that. I don't think there's anything strange about the fact that I prefer to bottom when it comes to anal sex, it's just my preference and that's it, does nothing strange to my head. I just learned quite early on, when I was experimenting with guys, like everyone has to do it at some point, I think, that while mounting someone feels great, it was very pleasurable for me to also be on the receiving end of things. I don't think it's in any way submissive, to be the bottom, it's just one side to the act, and I didn't mind getting on my belly and wriggling my butt a little to invite someone to lie on my back. It feels good to have a warm, firm body on top of me, and then, when we mate, inside me as well. I don't get a submissive thrill out of it, I've never liked doing anything with really dominant guys, they usually don't care anything about what the bottom is doing or feeling, as long as they get off in a warm hole. As the owner of that hole, I'm also entitled to my pleasure, because I'm the one who wants it, and can also as well say no if you don't know what you're doing. I'm not gonna glorify it, it's messy and it can get a bit rough, and maybe there's a good ache involved once we're done, but everyone has their favorite things, I think. Mine happened to involve the lion now lying on top of me, the one I was kissing and stroking over his own quite nice butt. I like my turn on the top as much as that, but I wasn't sure what Rory would think about such an offer, so for now, things were to flow towards the same conclusion as before, when we were together.

I rubbed his neck a little, and let the kiss break momentarily, so that I could speak to him. My voice had gone rough, from arousal, from excitement, and from the tingling sensation all over my skin, and from the weight of Rory, resting on me. He looked down to me, eyes filled with warmth, and need, I think, and my eyes must have reflected that feeling.

"Do you want me again?" I whispered, smiling a little.

Rory's breath warmed my face even more.

"Yeah," he smiled.

I gave his back a gentle stroke.

"Can we do it like this?" I spoke, almost shyly, I think.

Rory's eyes became heavier on me.

"You mean...?"

"Oh yes," I chuckled, and flicked my ears at him, snuffling at his seeming coyness, which might have been just part of erotic play for him, but I didn't mind.

"Yeah, I'd like that," he spoke again, and I pulled him down, by the back of his neck, to another tongue-curling kiss.

We made out for a few moments more, the heat grew, my skin grew sweaty, almost faster than it had done during the game before, and I knew that clothes would have to go soon. I told Rory as much, and soon we were wriggling, unbuttoning, unzipping and pulling down various articles of clothing, to bare more dark fur on me, and that golden yellow fur on Rory. I already knew that it feels nice over my skin and fur, that thicker coat he has, and I could hardly wait that we were back on the bed, in the same position as before, but now it was two naked furs there, enjoying each other better.

He felt comfortable over my belly and chest, and our hard members rubbed together when our hips rocked as we kissed. The air was starting to have that special scent to it, sex smell, one familiar to me, because feline musk was as good for me as canine musk, my own very familiar, and Rory's was quickly becoming familiar to me as well. I couldn't help but moan and rumble at the sensation of his barbs, those fun little spikes of flesh, rubbing over my own smooth shaft and my knot, fully hard now, and heavily resting against my belly. I might be a bit more hung than Rory, but I knew that he could do fun things with what he packed, and I'd never been a size queen, there's no point to a big dick, when the sex is working well with whatever equipment you've got. Ours were in touch now, rubbing and rolling around, while we kissed and let the heat grow unbearable between us.

Then Rory slipped away from me, crouching backwards, nuzzling my chest and my belly. A quick look at him, across my own body, gave me a hint to what he was planning, and I smiled, showing my teeth, and then simply folded my arms behind my neck and simply enjoyed the show.

Rory crouched on his elbows between my spread legs, his eyes lingering on my red shaft resting over my belly, in whatever fuzzy hair I might have there, pulsing rapidly and now, quietly, caressed by Rory's breaths falling over my skin. I was leaking by now, I always do a lot of that, and the smell turns me on quite the lot, even if it's a bit funny to become aroused by something about yourself, but it's not something I would deny. Judging by Rory's snuffles, he was sampling the scent as well, and then, moments later, when his paw curled around me, he was also about to taste it as well.

I moaned at the first touch of lips and tongue over me, he took some of me between his lips and licked me clean, making me twitch in his hold, and grunt with pleasure. He held me firmly, but carefully, the way guys probably instinctively know how to treat that part of a male, while he looked at me, smiling with his eyes and his lips, even if those lips happened to be around my flesh. The warmth and the wetness felt so very good on me, I had been aroused for a long time now, and this was the relief, for now, when he took more of me inside his muzzle. It felt nice alright, to just be lazy and let him work on me, doing what I had done to him in that locker room. I didn't really think of it as a returned service, just something Rory felt like doing now, as an appetizer for future events, but it was still a pleasure in its own right and I was enjoying it to the fullest.

His paw fondled my big sac, between my legs. He cupped it onto his palm and held me from down there as well, and his lips stroked over my flesh, and his tongue did fun things about my shaft, swirling and rasping over the flesh he held his maw's grip. His ears kept flicking as he did what he did, and he was purring, too, that felt nice for me as well, because of how the vibrations transmitted directly over my flesh. He kept me moaning and making low grunts, sex noises, I don't mind doing them, they occur quite naturally, and when being treated to a nice blowjob, I don't think that you were supposed to be dead quiet. It's a lazy pleasure, because I wasn't doing anything to him, except giving him the pleasure of having me inside his muzzle, and I think that was enough for him, for now, and it was doing well for me, too, especially when Rory's fingers began to slip lower, under my balls, and stroke my taint as well.

I am very sensitive down there, and I'm sure my increased grunts told Rory as much, and encouraged him to explore more in my butt region and make it over my tailbase while he kept suckling on me, and touching me, giving me belly tingles. He wasn't shy in the least when he found my tailhole and gave it a rub as well, making my flesh clench, and bringing a soft huff from me. His eyes shifted from his current task to look at me, and I gave him a smile. Rory still held onto my shaft with his paw but he let his lips slip away from the tip, making me sigh when he did that, and the he watched me, chin still lingering above my pulsing flesh.

"You doing great, Victor?" Rory purred, smiling to me.

"Very," I grinned, enjoying the continuing stroke of his thumb over my sensitive tailhole.

"I think I made a bit of a promise regarding your back here," Roy spoke further, keeping up that caress that was making my flesh flex underneath it.

I rumbled a little at his words, the memory of the dirty texts we had exchange still fresh on my mind, and I had enjoyed them fully, in the comforts of my own bed...but now I could do the same with Rory as well.

"I think you did," I replied, roughly.

"Do you want to roll over to your belly?" Rory whispered.

I gave him a nod.

Rory shuffled back a little to make more room, and I was quick to do as he suggested I should do, and shifted over to my belly, lying down comfortable and propping my chin against my arm when I took the new pose on the bed. I hissed a little when my own hard shaft ground against the sheets, and then wriggled my butt a little, just the way I liked to do, to adjust my pose and make it look fun, too. I've seen a few wriggled butts myself, and I knew what that sight can do to a guy, so I'm talking from experience. It's hot, and Rory's purrs told me that he liked the sight, too, and soon I felt his paws land on my butt cheeks and begin to rub them.

"Hmmm...feels nice," I complimented him, relaxing into my own pleasure again, glad that Rory was such a giving guy when it came to sex.

Rory chuckled, behind me, his paws still on the move, enjoying my butt.

"Looks nice, too."

I felt his thumbs over the parting of my rump cheeks, pulling them apart a little, to get more visual pleasures for him, I thought.

"All nice and clean," Rory rumbled, and I felt his breath tickle over my taint, stroking the soft hair there, and my skin, that now itched.

I grumbled happily against my own arm and tried to keep still despite the almost ticklish sensation. It only became stronger when I felt his chin touch my rear just a moment before his wet tongue was there, going up and down, slowly, still missing my tailhole, but heating up everything else between my hole and my balls. The skin immediately felt hotter than before, and slick, too, and I moaned, and Rory kept on purring as he played with me, tasting my shower-fresh taint and bringing enjoyment for us both. My hard shaft throbbed under my belly, perhaps making a mess to Rory's sheets, but that was nothing new to me, I was a sensitive guy back there, and Rory knew what he was doing.

He didn't keep it up for too long before his tongue also found my tailhole, hot, slick flesh touching mine, and making me moan even further, when that taut muscle flexed under the surprise touch. It sent little sparks of pleasure through the pleasure trails inside my body, creating warmth in my belly, behind my balls, and at the base of my pulsing member, making me feel hot all over my lower body. Rory's slurping licks kept me heated and rumbling, my muscles flexed as I tried to keep still and not to push back against his muzzle, that wasn't really polite, even if you already had a faceful of butt, but I was doing a fine job with it, and Rory kept it up as well. He teased me well, stroking and circling and poking a little, and the rough surface of that tongue was truly something to behold, when it made all those movements across my own smooth skin and made it flex and tremble. He kept rubbing my butt cheeks, too, as much as he could when not too distracted with what he was doing in my taint, and that felt nice, too.

I don't know how long it went on, but I felt quite breathless by the time he replaced his tongue with a couple of fingertips stroking up and down in my slick crevice, and I heard him panting, and huffing a little, taking deep breaths now that he could breathe fresh air for once. I braced myself on my arm and turned around a little to look at him over my shoulder, and saw him sitting there, his own hardness bobbing in front of him, untouched for now, and he just stared at my body, lying prone on the bed, and I knew he wanted me.

"You want to put that somewhere?" I flicked and ear and grinned, and gave him my patented butt wriggle, because I could.

Rory chuckled.

"Yeah," one of his paws landed on my rear and gave it a squeeze, and I gave him back a smile.

"Get your stuff, I'm gonna get comfortable, "I grinned as I hauled myself up to my knees.

Rory moved off from the bed and I took one of the pillows from the head of the bed and placed it suitable on the bed before I laid down again, propping that pillow under the small of my back for extra comfort as I got onto my back and spread my legs a little, to invite Rory between them once he was back from rummaging through some drawer in the kitchen. I pulled another pillow under my neck for comfort and just laid there, breathing deeply, enjoying how my own meat pulsed over my belly, and even gave the spit-slickened flesh a quick little stroke.

Rory returned, bobbing and all that, with his required stuff in his paws. I couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he kept sex equipment in one of his kitchen drawers, but I think that when your apartment was as small as this, space was at premium, and he made good use of it.

"That's convenient," I teased a little, indicating the newly closed drawer when the lion landed between my legs again, brandishing a bottle of lube in his paw, one of those YiffSlick ones, I recognized it easily from the nozzle at the top.

Rory gave his kitchen a glimpse and snuffled.

"I don't know how they got there," he snickered as he popped the top and squirted some of the lube over his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up a little.

"It's as good place as any," I continued the idle small talk, while Rory brought slick fingers over my taint and spread the lube there with a few well-placed strokes, until he reached my tailhole and treated it to the sticky stuff as well.

"Guess it is," Rory huffed, stroking his fingertips over my tailhole, pressing a little.

I breathed out at the warm sensation, and felt the heat in my belly grow.

"I don't need fingers, Rory, just a couple of squeezes from the bottle and I'm good to go," I smiled, meaningfully, and watched him across my own body.

His movement over my tailhole stopped, but he gave me a nod, and then I felt the slightly alien sensation of the blunt plastic tip of the lube bottle press against my tailhole, and with gentle pressure, then slip inside me an inch or two. My body squeezed down on it, even if it was such a narrow little thing, passing through my hole, but it was only amplified by the sensation of the lube being injected into my back tunnel, by Rory squeezing on the bottle. He did once, first, pulled the bottle back a little, and then again, and once more when the tip was barely inside me anymore, and then he withdrew the plastic intruder, and put the bottle down to the bed. My tailhole flexed a couple of times, getting used to the odd sensations Rory had already given to me, but it was a good feeling, familiar, I knew what was coming.

Rory tugged the corner of the condom wrapper off with his teeth and I watched how he rolled the almost transparent protector over himself, careful not to squeeze himself too much when he did so. He looked great like that, aroused, ready, wanting me...making me feel wanted, too, and I told him as much, then, with a smile.

"No interruptions now," I grinned, while I treated my own shaft to a stroke from my paw.

"No!" Rory's ears flicked as he exclaimed, deemed himself ready to go, and scooted closer.

He lifted my heavy legs up and I helped him as much as I could, assisting him in getting them around his waist. Rory used a paw to push his tip against my hole, and held it there for a while, watching me, and I hissed a little at the sensation, the warmth, and the friction, and the promise.

"Welcome back back there," I whispered, roughly, feeling the sensations grow as he stood poised there, unmoving, breathing harshly.

Rory grinned and gave us a push, a little one, but it was more than enough to pass through my relaxed pucker and put an inch of him into me. I moaned, my body flexed around him, he pierced me, and began to lean over me, he had ground now and didn't really have to worry about slipping out. I reached with my paws and put them over his shoulder blades, wanting to hold him closer to me.

"Hhmph!" I harrumphed, he slid further into me, spreading me open.

Rory's face pulled into a grimace, briefly, as he reveled in the sensation of being inside me again, my heat closing down on him as he penetrated my back tunnel with one, slow thrust.

I rumbled happily when I felt his balls on my taint and knew that he was all the way in, and let one of my paws fall down, over the small of his back, to hold him close. He pulsed inside me, filled me up, and the presence of his shaft inside me was pressing over my prostate as well, making that pleasurable place throb, gently. His barbs tickled my fleshy walls, making my body squirm, oddly, from within, and adding to the sensations.

My own member was fully hard between our bodies, soon squeezed against Rory's belly, when he leaned over fully and kissed me.

Our muzzled remained together, and we began to kiss, slowly, while Rory drew his hips back and then pushed them forward again. He established a rhythm, a gentle rocking motion, back and forth, nothing hurried, which was fine by me, because I like slow and steady. I caressed his back, full of flexing muscles now, when our bodies were kept in motion, mine prone for most part, but my arms were on the move, and I could still add to the sensations by moving my rear from side to side a little, so that when Rory pushed into me, he'd be coming in from a different angle than before. He groaned into my muzzle when he realized that I was doing that, and I saw the fire in his eyes, and returned it with my own, and more rocking of my own hips, to meet his thrusts.

Rory held onto my body, below my armpits, keeping us joined together soundly while he kept rocking into me, keeping us both in constant motion. His barbs stroked my prostate and made me leak, and squeeze down on him, though I confess that some of the clenches he must have felt over his shaft were of my own conscious making. Whenever I did that with all the strength I could muster in those muscles I could hardly name, he would moan a little bit more into my maw, and push harder into me, making me grunt. I usually replied with a squeeze over his humping backside, maybe even treating his tail to a little, pleasurable tug. That always ended in purrs, and made me feel good, too, because I knew he was enjoying himself as well.

I enjoyed myself fully, there was no denying that, being on the bottom sure was my special pleasure, it was different from being the one doing the butt-humping, but I had a taste for it. I think that Rory didn't have anything to complain about my butt, when he kept going at that good, nice, pace, alternating me between the sensation of being filled up and closing down on myself after he passed. Our sounds, ranging from the slap of his balls to my taint to our grunts and Rory's purrs were an added turn-on, it kept my ears flicking, and made me moan some more into Rory's hot muzzle plastered over my own. I rubbed the back of his neck while we kissed, making sure he'd enjoy this as much as I was, while the pace of our sex became more feverish, and more needy as well, when we began to close in to the end.

I knew from experience that felines don't usually have a huge stamina, and Rory was no exception. It didn't take too much time for his thrusts to become faster, firmer, too, as he drove into me, with need. I had been aroused for so long and his barbs were doing a very fine job teasing me from within that I knew that I was not far away myself.

"Ahh..." I moaned into his muzzle. "Paw me off, Rory."

His eyes locked on mine as I spoke, he kissed me again almost before I had managed to utter the last syllable, and he did not miss a beat in the rocking of our hips, when he slipped his paw between our bodies and grasped me, firmly, into his palm.

"Ah...yes..." I rumbled against his lips, holding him close again to me while we rode ourselves closer and closer.

He didn't even have to stroke me, not really, the movement of our bodies served as the driving force, as my flesh moved in his grip. It stoked the heat inside my belly, the one Rory had brought on from within me, now mixing with the signals coming from my stroked flesh, and I knew that I could not last for much longer.

I didn't have to tell Rory about that, because surely he would feel it, the twitches, in and out, wherever he was in contact with me, my body was tensing up in preparation to my orgasm, and my paws did as much, holding tightly to the lion on top of me, when I threw my head back and groaned.

The pressure shot through my backside first, when my body squeezed down on Rory's still moving shaft, within myself, creating intense heat and pressure on the inside of my belly, and I throbbed, and cummed between our bodies, the sticky, musky fluids pulsing out of me in strong spurts while I moaned and opened my maw and grunted, loudly, riding out the waves of pleasure overtaking my senses. I heard him only distantly when he moaned, slammed his hips against mine, and held still, his body fell over mine and I felt Rory's lips and teeth over my shoulder, taking me in a gentle mating bite that only added to the heat. I pressed my paw over his neck and held him down there, letting him enjoy me as I enjoyed him, my body quivering and becoming soaked in my release, the one I had needed for a long time now, it was finally here and I could only cling onto the lion, keeping him close, within me, over me, with me, while we both spent ourselves spectacularly.

I made a mess, I know, and I knew it was all over Rory, too, but he certainly didn't mind, when he parted my shoulder and left a spit-slickened mark there, where his teeth had touched my skin but had not really bit down, and I saw his eyes again, a bit tired now, and felt his hot breaths.

I tugged him down for another kiss, and let my smiling lips meet his, as we enjoyed the afterglow, the continued throbbing, and for myself, his presence inside my soundly pounded backside. I was not sore, and probably would not end up being sore...but Rory might have other ideas about that...felines can easily go a few times with only little breaks.

But for now, it was just our sweaty bodies pressed together, and I held him close, letting myself forget worries for now, because here I was, warm, held, and needed, by this panting lion.

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Here we go! What do you think? Were you satisfied by today's double whammy? I sure had fun time writing it! *chuckle*

Any comments are welcome as always, and will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading, and don't forget to stay tuned for a new chapter of "I'm Still With the Hockey Hunk" on next Monday!

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